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@shxlmes the body has been found.

As he reaches the bottom of the grand staircase, his palm brushes down the front of his dress shirt in an instinctive desperation for a sense of rootedness, even whilst the ground feels as though it is about to give away beneath him. His steps remain determined, however, as they carry him towards the one man who could save him from absolute ruin in this very moment. His hand touches the elbow of his guest with a practiced gentility, his tone cautiously discreet as his head nears that of the detective, though the sense of urgency in his voice is not lost upon keen ears. ❝—Sherlock, I need you to come with me upstairs right now. Don't say anything, just follow me. There's something you need to see.❞ He all but pleads, expression pale but otherwise carefully composed. ❝—Please.❞

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"What the fuck are you doing?! What the hell are you working?!" It's panic more than anger that propels her past Sherlock in this doorway. "My house is fucking--" she chokes on a sob, hands shaking as she holds out a note for him. In letters cut from various papers are the words FOR S HOLMES EYES ONLY. Nothing else is attached. "They wrecked my house Sherlock. Past every stupid fucking alarm Mycroft has ever put in. It's wrecked."

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“—You don’t need to play coy WITH me, Sherlock Holmes,” he reached up to TWIRL and FIX a loose curl upon the man’s forehead. “Not LIKE we haven’t already seen each other naked.”

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Sherlock was focusing on his food, starving after having not eaten properly in a few days. Multitasking as always he had his phone in his free hand and was texting Lestrade thoughts about the case as they came to him. His attention, however, was broken as John spoke. “Well, naturally. I’m the Sherlock Holmes.” There was a faint playful smile on his lips, his hand placing the phone down. “Are you saying that in a good or bad way? Because I’ve been told before that I’m unforgettable due to the fact that I’m rather annoying.”

“Oh, you can be ANNOYING. Downright infuriating sometimes, but that’s not what I meant.” John replied, putting his newspaper down. The truth was: They were going to go their separate ways eventually. Whether that was because one of them was going to meet their untimely demise, or...well, or because John wasn’t good at keeping friends. And well, Sherlock didn’t have a great many friends to begin with anyway. “Anyway, I’m just saying: People are going to talk about you for years to come, whether that’s good or bad, we don’t know yet.”

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IRENE & SHERLOCK. 

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Barefoot in the kitchen, Irene had to stretch onto her toes to fetch the flour down from the top shelf. Without the benefit of her six inch heels, everything seemed to be just out of reach. But she refused to wear them when she wasn’t working, and she wasn’t working today. The only skin on show was her pale midriff as her sweater rode up, the sharp, narrow V of her hips above her leggings. “Do you think you could make yourself useful, dear?” she said pointedly to Sherlock, who was watching her struggle with some amusement. “Get the eggs out of the fridge and pass me the weighing scales.” Because even when she wasn’t working, she knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it with that tone. 

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Sherlock watched Irene, trying to make sense of the emotions flying through his brain. Should he be surprised that she lied to him? Probably not. Yet the feelings of shock and annoyance were undeniable. “Go on then - Enlighten me. What’s the reason?” He moved over to the window, unwilling to look at her. “Irene, this is yet another instance where you’ve omitted or lied about something. I think you’ll understand when I say that I’m getting sick of it. I don’t know where I stand with you if you won’t allow me to fully know you.” There was a pause before he looked back at her again. “You come here and you act like we have some form of friendship but the reality is, I don’t know you. You’re essentially a stranger who I’ve allowed myself to stumble over.”

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   “Allowed yourself? Well, thank you for your consideration. It’s good to know you had to think about it so carefully like you do everything else.”

 The problem with Sherlock was not that he didn’t have a heart- he did. But he chose to let his head lead him, chose to push feelings to one side for the sake of his work, no matter what those feelings were. She understood to an extent, because everybody had to put their feelings aside for the greater good at some point in their life, or for the sake of a job- that was exactly what she’d had to do.

 But just because she’d kept her employment with Moriarty from him didn’t mean she didn’t want to tell him. She wanted to tell him a lot of things. Unfortunately secrets were necessary.

   “You demand to know every single piece of me like I’m another puzzle to solve, but would you even let me in? Really let me in? I made a mistake. People do that occasionally. And you should know that better than anybody.”

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      It  was  quite  a  bizarre  state  that  the  case  got  stuck  in.  Even  though  the  MO  was  getting  clearer  with  every  murder  that  they  add  to  the  ever  expanding  list,  they  weren’t  getting  any  closer  to  the  assassin  herself.  At  least  that  was  a  thing  they  knew  now,  or  rather,  that  was  a  thing  that  Eve  knew  for  quite  a  while,  but  only  now,  working  under  a  new  boss,  could  she  actually  take  into  serious  consideration.  Hoping  for  new  clues  to  be  found  as  she  makes  her  way  to  the  newest  crime  scene  (  knowing  there  will  be  scraps  at  best  ),  Eve  stops  short  when  she  sees  an  unfamiliar  man,  walking  around  as  though  he  owned  the  place.  

     “ Excuse  me.  Yeah,  hi.  Who  are  you  and  what  are  you  doing  here? ”  She  calls  out  as  she  crosses  the  distance  to  him,  mistrust  shining  in  her  dark  eyes.  

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@shxlmes You are cordially invited to the summer soirée at Ardleith Manor.

The Detective

Character’s name: Sherlock Holmes Age: 30 Gender: Male FC: Matthew Goode Bio: Sherlock Holmes is a consulting detective who largely takes on private cases whilst also helping out Scotland Yard when the mood strikes him - And if the case is particularly interesting. He lives with his biographer, John Watson, and leads a mostly solitary existence, playing the violin and making wine in his spare time. He battles with drug addiction but mostly tries to keep himself busy to distract himself with various hobbies. Cecelia, his sister, is concerned about him isolating himself and has dragged him along to Ardleith Manor in an attempt to force him to meet new people and to have a weekend where he's not focusing on a case. It also helps that the host of the party is Victor Trevor, a man he'd been friendly with in his university.